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›comments[6] ›all comments ›post #15 ›bio: katie ›bio: victoria ›perma-link ›12/13/2004 ›12:57 ›archives ›first post ›that week |
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Art Colony: with all the nuts and the squirrels Monday, December 13, 2004 › by victoria  "Someday I'll land in the nuthouse, with all the nuts and the squirrels." --Miss Hannigan (?) from ANNIE The latest updates on the drama filled soap opera that is my life/Art Colony: -->Saturday night, I'm doing okay, chilling at work and reflecting on all the helpful comments people made on my Art Colony that day, offering advice telling me to contact bill company a.s.a.p. and try to work something out, that kind of thing. but THEN I got this awful email from my parents, saying that the cingular thing has grown to $500-something and the bill collectors are gonna get me/us AND...AND AND AND...this is the worst part. They emailed B.f.'s parents in a very poorly phrased email. I think the poor phrasing was deliberate. I think they want to make it seem like we're failures, and like they think we're complete fuck ups who can't do anything right, etc. etc. My parents basically verbally trashed me, and b.f., to his parents, and he's really touchy on the subject because he has never gotten along with his dad (to put it mildly) but it also really upsets him when his mother gets upset. Which his mother did, after receiving an email that made her son seem like a doomed deadbeat, total jerk, etc. and that they should pitch in towards helping us pay our phone bill because my parents disapproved of me "living in sin" and so they will not support me in any way, etc. NONE OF WHICH IS TRUE (well, except for the no support bit, which is just lovely). It's my parents projecting all that shit, and playing mindgames with me again, and now they're playing mindgames with his parents. B.F. didn't get too upset about it when i told him Saturday night, and we managed to ameliorate any upsetness by having a good time and hanging out with Robin until 5 AM sunday morning, watching "TERMINATOR 2". But yesterday night, when b.f. accompanied me in to work at my college library, and checked his email using the internet access here, and got an email from his mom that was super stressed-out and upset because of MY parent's email that he really got angry. He was mucho upset, for a lot of reasons that I can't really clarify right now because I'm really stressed and haven't gotten a lot of sleep. So last night I had to write my 6 page Advertising project for Yahoo! instant messenger (a miracle of the loaves & fishes proportions in itself, since everybody i've talked to hates Yahoo! IM with a passion) and then I asked for b.f.'s help to turn it into "pretty-looking nice Adobe files". So B.f. worked some more magic computer mojo, helped me make my fake ad last night. And then this morning i got up super-early (not as thought I slept well anyways: the heat in the apartment is set up to "VESUVIUS" level, I swear it must be at least 95 degrees, so we were both way too hot to sleep and I actually had to go get a glass of icewater for each of us. I have no idea if we have a thermostat, either, so we just opened the window to let in some arctic blasts o' air to try to balance things out) and typed up 6 pages worth of Yahoo! project in 1 hour. Then we fixed the pages together, poor b.f. getting more and more stressed as his laptop got hotter and hotter and finally it's getting closer to 11 AM, I have to be at work by 11, and finally I run out of the building and go to a payphone (cuz I don't have a phone line, ha ha, such a bitter subject right now) and call my work desk and say that I'll be there by 11 :15 AM. And finally at 11:15 Am he's still saving the files to a disk, and I'm trying not to stress but my heart is beating so fast because I'm scared that if I get to work later than 11:15 my bosses will come through with their threat and my job will be finis which would just be bloody brilliant...and finally I get to work at 11;30 because B.f. gave me a ride, driving like crazy through the awful Milwaukee downtown traffic. And we're both so goddamn stressed that I promised him we'd do something fun tonight like going to see a movie, but he said that "he's not going to get his hopes up cuz shit always happens." And that makes me so angry and sad, because it's not fair. Now I just got to hope that my project will print, I can get it bound, and be back at work from 1-4 PM, then run off to take an employment test at the Milwaukee Central Library at 4:30 PM. Stress is the killer. |
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